My First Therapist

Was She Though?

I stared at the clock in the waiting room, was time moving in reverse? I had nine minutes to kill before my session with Cheryl.

My parents had delivered their breakup news to us a few months prior. I was 13 and annoyed how they were not the ones in a therapists waiting room reading a dusty 4-year-old issue of Highlights.

This was the Midwest, not Los Ang…